Waterdhavian Intrigue

Another day, another idiot.

Dear Diary,

Well, we fought the damn owlbears. They were not as bad as i thought they’d be. It seems some nutter druid flinging a stick around was controlling them so I burnt the crap out of him. Spot has become quite useful, and I’ve decided to promote him from meat-shield to pesant-fodder. After I murdered the druid I noticed we had help from a giant wolf and another man of nature. His name escapes me, but I do remember he and I agreeing on several things. We collected the bodies and a hostage and brought them to Waterdeep. Studying the journal of Soren will take some time but i think i can make sense of it. Apparently he is a servant of the beastlord, Malar. Found an eye in a bag, and me being me decided it would be better poked out. (Magical scrying and all that)

Not five seconds after we spot the city, Captain Blowhard appeared, sniveling to his men about his menstruation cycles. He tried to bully us into giving him the prisoners and stealing the credit for himself, but we planted doubt in the minds of his men. The kind of doubt that there was no doubt this asshole would get them killed.

We went to town and saw a merchant wizard when some impish little pervert laid his hands on me. I shot at him, missed, then hunted him down. Spot as usual was there in a flash. I swear that man can leap a five minute sprint. Thinking quickly i tipped my hat and dressed myself as that asshole guard, and ordered other guards to him. Apparently some of my “colateral” damage was a man affiliated with a group, and that group jumped us. I can,t think of the name…BLAST WHAT WAS THE NAME? I have a feeling I probably should have written that down. Eyes of Grumish? Fuck all.

Our new druid friend will be quite useful. I already feel our influence digging into Spot.

Anyway Lt. Major Dipshit wanted to ban us from Waterdeep and wrote me a ticket for magic use within the city. I told him if his head wasn’t so far up his ass he would have seen it was in defense. I shall see him fired or dead, one way or another. That’s the ::SHORT:: version of it anyway.

Oh shit I need to remember to buy turnips for Bauldrick

Edmund the Black.

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